Jan 01, 2006 14:47
It snowed and the roads were bad at 5, so Reena thought we should take the train to Stamford. Sounded like a good idea. But Sean's (her boyfriend) sister insisted that she drive us there. I got a ride to Sean's how from little Italian Dave. He picked me up with Alex (otherwise known as the big H), so I hoped int othe backseat. And there, as if it was waiting for me, was an open box of Magnums! Seriouly, little Dave needs a Magnum? Please.
We settled at Black Bear so the boys could watch the game. Until Maria got there and we crossed the street to the Turtle. Reena was having some issues about whether she was going to continue her relationship with Sean. She wanted to be with the girls. While there I see this guy Adam. He was a friend of my ex, Rob 'the douchebag'. I said hi, we chatted, and eventually founf ourselves on the dancefloor. By this time we had lost Reena. Adam is kind of cute, not someone I would go for except for the fact the he is Rob's friend...I'm so bad. Anyway, he's really close to my face and kissed my neck (through my massive hair). And he's a terrible dancer by the way. No rhythme. And I'm thinking, awesome I found my new years kiss. And at this point I have also lost Maria. So I am basically hanging out until the ball drops so I can get kissed. He pointed out the countdown to me. It said 1:44:??. And then says to me, I'm going to go call my mom, I'll be back in 5 minutes. I laughed, he can't really be calling his mother. He must have a girlfriend somewhere. And he said, no he was really calling his mother. What?!?! You can't wait 1:44 minutes to kiss me before doing that?!!? Fuck him. I didn't wait for him. I went back to Black Bear.
Now I'm ticked off. I threw away my new years hoorah for a kiss that never happened. I didn't see the ball drop. In fact, I was taking a piss in the bathroom when it did. Fucking way to start off a new year. Completely alone in the john. All I want to do is go home, but I can't because there was no fucking way I was walking home from the train station alone. Sean is totally hammered and trying to dance with Reena. Little Dave is hitting on me and apologizing in the same breath, insesently. I just want the night to end. I am sitting in a booth, holding my head and falling asleep when this asain kid comes over and asks me to dance. Hello? Am I not passing out right in front of you?!? I said no, he didn't get it and asked again, so I said fine. He was a bad dancer too. He tells me he's 22, home for the weekend, and a bartender. Great! All I fucking need is another bartender. I look over Sean is leaning into Reena asking her what's wrong and turnes to me and says 'talk to her, tell her i've never disrespected her'. I took this oppurtunity to leave the baby asian bartender.
Reena starts crying. Part is the amount she had to drink and part is because she knows she has to break up with him. So I held her for a while and she cried. And it's weird, but I never felt like I could be there for someone in that way. And it felt natural, not forced. I spent the nect 40 minutes trying to get everyone the fuck out of the bar and on the way to the train. I didn't want to miss the 2:14. Reena and I walked ahead while Sean was screaming and jumping around far behind us with Alex and Dave. We missed the 2:14. We had to take the 2:42.
No one wanted to sit, because the train ride was going to be rather short. So the five of us stand near the doors. Sean is yealling, telling passengers to wake up, happy fucking 2006. Alex got in on it too. Then the door to another car opens and there is more yelling. Of course they are poeple that Sean and Alex know. Now we are a corwd of people, hanging in the doorway, screaming and drinking gin out of a bottle. Let's not forget the snowballs being trown at eat stop. And this was the most fun I had the entire night. That brief moment on the train, being silly and loud for no reason.
We got off at our stop and lingered for a while. A snowball fight ensued and continued with us as we are walking. Now I am cold and reaydy for some food. I had been yelling about hamburgers with pickles. I don't know, at the time it sounded really good. Little Dave is walking with me, acting like an escort or something. Alex threw a snowball at me, and I threw one back. Then Dave tells me not to get involved because we aren't in a good neighborhood and he doesn't want me in the middle of something if a snowball hits a car. So we march on ahead of everyone, we make it over the bridge and across another street to a 'safer' area. We stand on the corner waiting for them to come around. No one does. I call Reena, no answer. Dave calls Alex, he answers and says they be there in a minute. So we keep walking. We got all the way to Sean's house when Reena calls me crying. Sean had thrown a snowball at a car with three black kids in it. They got out of the car and kicked him in the face and stomach repeadely. Alex and the others just stood by and watched. I felt like I was in highschool again. Boyfriends getting jumped for a stupid reason and no one doing anything about it at the time.
We picked them up. And Alex starts talking about going to the fucking diner to find these guys. He says he got 3 numbers off the license plate. I told him just to call the police, but that isn't something these people do. No matter what, no cops. It's weak or something. But why the fuck does he want to do something about it now? Why not when it was happeneng?? The moment it really matters? Fucking idiots. Dave insisted on driving Alex home first then me, even though I only live 3 minutes from Sean's. He took me to get a hamburger but McDonalds was closed. He asked me what I was going to do, and I said make pasta. "Can I have pasta with you?" Aw fuck. But I needed him to make it becuase I couldn't stand up anymore. My blood sugar was all fucked up and I thought I was going to be sick. We ate and he was actually ok to talk to. Then I sent him on his way, he hugged me goodnight and asked for a kiss. Gross. Not how I planned my evening. I pushed him away and said no, we're stil lworking on friends. And that was it. That was my new years. Somehow I think my story wouldn't be half what it is if I went to MA as planned.